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The Bone Holster
Jun 15, 2023(2y)
Jun 15, 2026(59d)
Combat
Kills21
Losses13
Efficiency62%
ISK
Destroyed1.48b
Lost1.07b
ISK Eff.58%
Solo
Solo Kills2
Solo Ratio10%
Final Blows3
Points21
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.02
ActivityInactive
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The Bone Holster
Birthday
Jun 15, 2023 (2 years old)
Next Birthday
Jun 15, 2026 (59 days)
Combat
Kills21
Losses13
Efficiency62%
Danger Ratio100%
ISK
Destroyed1.48b
Lost1.07b
ISK Efficiency58%
Balance+402.18m
Solo
Solo Kills2
Solo Ratio10%
Final Blows3
Points21
Other
NPC Losses0
NPC Loss Ratio0%
Avg Kills/Day0.02
ActivityInactive
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Bio
The Bone Holsters story starts in Paris, with the bells of Notre-Dame de Paris ringing in screaming agony. The City
of Light has been experiencing rain for five days and Madame Holster is not only drenched but also exhausted. She's
been looking for her son Henri, but is unable to find him despite searching each street and alley.
Going Underground
This left her with no choice but to head to the underground, in the Catacombs of Paris. As she stands at the
entrance, she sees the warning "Arr\xeate! C'est ici l'empire de la mort," which translates to "Stop! Here lies the
Empire of Death." Knowing just how courageous Henri is, she heads to the dark halls with a faint hope in her heart.
A Sad Find
In the dark halls of the dead, Madame Holster managed to memorize the feel of each skull and bone. She learned each
crack and fracture which made the dead unique. She continued walking in the dark until she felt the familiar touch of
her boy’s face. She then followed the bones back and came out of the catacombs with the lifeless and decomposing
body of her son.
Becoming The Bone Holster
She later cleaned the remains of her son and gave him his last moist bath. With her mind now clouded by remorse,
she now looks for closure in the place where it all began, the Catacombs. Each midnight she would offer his bones to
the walls and treat them with the respect and great precision of an artist hoping they would accept her precious son.
However, the walls had gone silent and over the years, she not only lost her will but also her name and became;
The Bone Holster.
A New Journey
As time killed the last spark of hope that Madame Holster had, a mysterious letter suddenly arrives and points to J-Space,
a place where she could find other lost souls. As she journeys across the Universe, she tenderly caresses the satchel she’d
crafted. No one believes the story behind the satchel, but The Bone Holster has always found comfort in the familiar touch
of its cover, said to be bound in her boy’s own skin.
of Light has been experiencing rain for five days and Madame Holster is not only drenched but also exhausted. She's
been looking for her son Henri, but is unable to find him despite searching each street and alley.
Going Underground
This left her with no choice but to head to the underground, in the Catacombs of Paris. As she stands at the
entrance, she sees the warning "Arr\xeate! C'est ici l'empire de la mort," which translates to "Stop! Here lies the
Empire of Death." Knowing just how courageous Henri is, she heads to the dark halls with a faint hope in her heart.
A Sad Find
In the dark halls of the dead, Madame Holster managed to memorize the feel of each skull and bone. She learned each
crack and fracture which made the dead unique. She continued walking in the dark until she felt the familiar touch of
her boy’s face. She then followed the bones back and came out of the catacombs with the lifeless and decomposing
body of her son.
Becoming The Bone Holster
She later cleaned the remains of her son and gave him his last moist bath. With her mind now clouded by remorse,
she now looks for closure in the place where it all began, the Catacombs. Each midnight she would offer his bones to
the walls and treat them with the respect and great precision of an artist hoping they would accept her precious son.
However, the walls had gone silent and over the years, she not only lost her will but also her name and became;
The Bone Holster.
A New Journey
As time killed the last spark of hope that Madame Holster had, a mysterious letter suddenly arrives and points to J-Space,
a place where she could find other lost souls. As she journeys across the Universe, she tenderly caresses the satchel she’d
crafted. No one believes the story behind the satchel, but The Bone Holster has always found comfort in the familiar touch
of its cover, said to be bound in her boy’s own skin.
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Losses0
Efficiency0%
ISK Destroyed0
ISK Lost0
ISK Efficiency0%
Solo Kills0
Solo Losses0
NPC Losses0
Blob Factor0
Active TimezoneUSTZ
Final Blows0
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Intel Profile
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